
“What is gained through ignorance is bound to be lost through ignorance.”
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Dark Rooms (2002)
Antiope, Frag. 204
“What is gained through ignorance is bound to be lost through ignorance.”
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Dark Rooms (2002)
“… children of ignorance, who have at all times made the misfortunes of the human races.”
...enfans de l'ignorance qui ont fait en tous tems le malheur des races humaines.
[in Gracchus Babeuf avec les Egaux, Jean-Marc Shiappa, Les éditions ouvrières, 1991, 49, 27082 2892-7, ; Avec l'orthographe personnelle de Babeuf]
On prejudices
Source: Simone Weil : An Anthology (1986), The Iliad or The Poem of Force (1940-1941), p. 193
Spoken on his return to India from England as recorded in From Colombo to Almora (1904), Calcutta, p. 221
Context: No one ever landed on English soil with more hatred in his heart for a race than I did for the English, and, on this platform, are present English friends who can bear witness to the fact, but the more I lived among them, saw how the machine is working, the English national life, mixed with them, found where the heart-beat of the nation was, the more I loved them. There is none among you here present, my brothers, who loves the English people more than I do. You have to see what is going on there, and you have to mix with them. As the philosophy, our national philosophy of the Vedanta, has summarised all misfortune, all misery from that one cause, ignorance, herein also we must understand that the difficulties that arise between us and the English people are mostly due to that ignorance; we do not know them, they do not know us.
Source: Max on Life: Answers and Insights to Your Most Important Questions
The Kasîdah of Hâjî Abdû El-Yezdî (1870)
Context: And hold Humanity one man, whose universal agony
Still strains and strives to gain the goal, where agonies shall cease to be.
Believe in all things; none believe; judge not nor warp by "Facts" the thought;
See clear, hear clear, tho' life may seem Mâyâ and Mirage, Dream and Naught.
Abjure the Why and seek the How: the God and gods enthroned on high,
Are silent all, are silent still; nor hear thy voice, nor deign reply.
The Now, that indivisible point which studs the length of infinite line
Whose ends are nowhere, is thine all, the puny all thou callest thine.
1970s, Economics for the Citizen (1978)
Source: Attributed from posthumous publications, Dialogues of Alfred North Whitehead (1954), p. 66